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The day I decided to stop loving you

Listen.

Listen.

Listen.

I still feel the echoes of your friction.

The sound of fiction.

Your fingers in my brain
Feeding my contradictions.

How many times I had you in my belly all chewed up?
Your words all skewed up
Poking on sticks
The fatty pump you blew up

Remember?

Remember when we used to be all texted up?
High on dopamined lines
Footprints and notes in close circle
Ravenous rhymes,
The nails in my coffin

My nails in your thick skin
While your body sinks in mine
Skin to skin,

You crept up like a sin…

…in my mind

Penny for your thoughts…
Or is it a dime?

Listen.

Listen.

Listen.

Above my thighs lays your crescent
Your face held high
Fills up my frame
Locks of brown hair,
My hands locked tight on your crown,
Bare

In your voice, notes of caffeine invade the air
Knocked me out like a mace,

Black

Blue

At. Your. Pace.

Dripping down my mane
Morning dew up and down your face

Remember?

Remember when our storm brewed up?
But love, look at us, we’re all screwed up!

Or is it a crime I still pray at our shrine?
Down on my knees as I grind?
What are the fees for lost times?
Where is it that you go and leave me behind?

Listen.

Listen.

Listen.

Remember?

Remember all the letters we threw in?
How they taste on your tongue when we were kissing

But love…
Our red thread is worn out

Anyway…
What was it all about?

16 Comments

    1. Thank you! I didn’t mean to when I wrote it but it belongs to the “spoken words” category. Maybe I should record something! Haha 😉

      1. Maybe you should… then again I’m used to reading raps. I work with a few artists in my area and my soon to be ex husband writes rhymes occasionally.

      2. Same! I like to say it’s the only thing I know how to do… I’ll make sure to go thoroughly through your posts!

      3. Then write on and survive, love! Nothing is worth enough to just give up. I see pictures of a little one on your blog… just those eyes are a motivation 🙂

      4. I’m sorry you’re going through a rough time, but if that text spoke to you or helped you in any way… I’m happy, it really came from the heart…

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